I will go there myself

Maena took the letter from the Baroness's trembling hands, her eyes scanning the magical parchment with practised efficiency. The handwriting was hurried but legible, bearing the clear marks of desperate haste:

Mother,

I pray this finds you. I've escaped the Blue Rose women and taken refuge in Hamrasa, the river trading city. I'm hiding in the old merchant quarter but don't know how long I'll be safe. They have eyes everywhere. If you have any love for me, please send help. I can't face them alone.

- Roblan.

A dry chuckle escaped Maena's lips as she finished reading.

She turned to Cleora, the newly-made Baroness, with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Your son doesn't have any shame, does he? Running to his mother after stirring up trouble with the Blue Rose?"